02-18-2019, 10:01 PM
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[I]Riots are the voices
of the unheard
of the unheard
[B][I] that kid has got to stay on top
Emily Elizabeth had survived something not many had, a revolution of her own creation. It had been going well, they were going to win until everything went bad. The guard division changed sides, giving their officers all the fire power. Not many got out of the prison, but she had. Emmy wore her orange jumpsuit, the number 24601 printed on it. That was her, that number had always been her. She had also taken a warm jacket off of someone who wasn't as fortunate, however her jumpsuit was still visible.
The lodge made her reach for her gun. There was nothing in it, hadn't ever had anything in it but so far it had kept creeps and traitors away from her. There was...someone walking towards her as at this point she was rather close to the lodge. Cold and shaking hands would grip the gun, her eyes gave away this terrified emotion she was feeling that the rest of her face failed to express. They could be with the prison, here to kill her.
[b]"Wh-Who are you?" she demanded, pointing the gun at them. She didn't try to make it seem like the gun was loaded, she usually didn't have to. The very sight was usually enough to make people back off. Her voice also betrayed her and told her fear, eyes wide. They didn't seem like they were from the prison, no orange jumpsuit like hers, but she couldn't take any chances. Not until they proved to her they wouldn't hurt her.
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The lodge made her reach for her gun. There was nothing in it, hadn't ever had anything in it but so far it had kept creeps and traitors away from her. There was...someone walking towards her as at this point she was rather close to the lodge. Cold and shaking hands would grip the gun, her eyes gave away this terrified emotion she was feeling that the rest of her face failed to express. They could be with the prison, here to kill her.
[b]"Wh-Who are you?" she demanded, pointing the gun at them. She didn't try to make it seem like the gun was loaded, she usually didn't have to. The very sight was usually enough to make people back off. Her voice also betrayed her and told her fear, eyes wide. They didn't seem like they were from the prison, no orange jumpsuit like hers, but she couldn't take any chances. Not until they proved to her they wouldn't hurt her.